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The Journal of Morgan Drythur January 20th

• * * I am Krista, apprentice to the mage Morgan Drythur. Much has happened to me in the span of a single night. For now I will only describe the place I find myself now, and the events that unfold. This is not the world I knew, not the world I have spent my 12 years on. There is an endless sea before me, deep and peaceful aqua, it is moving slowing in the breeze beneath a violet sky. It is bright, quiet peaceful. Two large suns, or perhaps moons hang in the cloudless sky. Only when I look at my footpaws do I see the pale aqua is not a sea, but the grass. I look out over this sea of grass and I am filled with a felling of peace. I am clad in a dress my mother had made for me on my last birthday, it is red, made of lace, cotton and ribbons of such a complex weave that I cannot hope to describe it. It is also oppressively hot. The suns/moons beat down on my body harshly, I feel beads of sweat rolling through my fur; had I been an older woman my cleavage would be a damp sticky mess... I find the thought oddly exciting. The strange creature I know as Alice is sitting on her haunches not far from me, her aqua skin making her almost invisible amidst the high grass. I can only really see her by watching the slow swaying of her dark fuzzy tentacles in the breeze. She is naked I know. She is always naked... her furless skin so beautiful. I stand there looking out over the sea, rolling thoughts of modesty, in the voice of my mother, about in my head. "Fuck it all," I say and begin to pull my dress off. It comes away like dead bark being peeled from a birch tree. The tattered scraps crumble into dust and are carried away on the winds. I know this makes no sense, and I must be dreaming. I wish is to be naked. I run a paw over my naked body, feeling no shame at all. The breeze feels good on my fur my nipples, my loins. I smile. I am happy. Rageth I at first release. Rageth like a bind babe, with claws to short, teeth too dull. Rageth in body and soul! Rageth like Persephone, taken from the light of hearth to dark lands beneath the Earth! Rageth I, yet knowth not I where shouldst my ire fall! Then Dist I senseth thee Sister-lover! Rageth I with teeth and claw. Rageth for the loss of precious pollen as the babe that cries for lost milk. Rageth I in selfish ignorance at my blessed host. Feelth now the great burning rage replaced with burning shame. Alice is my side, still sitting on her haunches as if a dog. She did not move, but this is a dream and things often make no sense. I am nearly 5 feet tall, and even sitting she dwarfs me, seeming to grow larger as I watch. I smile at her, she looks back at me with her dark eyes. I can see the emotions within. I have grow close to her in one night; closer even then what we had shared should have made us. I cannot say that I hear her voice, or even that she speaks to me. Her lips have not moved, even though the words echo in my head with a deep musical timber. I can feel the sadness in her 'voice.' Never before did I hear a song so lovely. And though I cannot say I understood every word 'spoken,' I long to hear more. Seekth I forgiveness. Lieth I at thy feet sister-lover. Throat bared, I await the fangs to closeth tight. Curseth I, in ingorence, thy Sathcha. Sendth it away! Lost and mad! Twisted by my thought! Filthy tower with a weak base. Removeth but one brick and the walls shalt crumble. Woe and shame, overflowth o're my unsucked breast! Foolish I! My Sathcha wasted upon harsh barren stone, I sought to punish thee, like with like. But thy cold indifference at precious pollen lost, dist infuriate! Thinketh I to take thee! Devour thee and flee... But... Ohhh, woe for jaws that do not bite, claws that do not catch. Seeth I thee, and I couldst not. Teeth refuseth to close though thy mistress doth command. Seeth I thee and mine rage dist depart, only to feed a lower fire. Knoweth not I the feeling of pollen upon my lips, but upon they body they didst speak their silent words. Forgiveness, Sister-lover! Forgiveth thy base guest or punish her ast thy seeth fit. Alice turns, lifting her head to the pale twin moons as if to howl. I can see her pale blue throat there waiting for me. I can feel the beating of her heart as my own. I see her throat as mine. I could have slain her then, there, in my dream. The creature feels as if she owns me something. This creature, that attacked me, forced herself on me, taken my virginity, replaced it with something else, awaits my response. I should hate her. But I did not. I could not. "Silly, Alice," I sniffled, surprised to find myself crying, "I love you." The warm wet droplets run from my yes and down my muzzle in an endless flow. I feel them matting my fur between my breasts. I knew as soon as I said it that I spoke the truth. The tears would not stop even though I barely felt them. I wrapped my paws around Alice's neck, hugging her warm aqua skin to my fur. Loatheth not the waste of Sathcha? Loss of thy virgin honor? Beter flesh then I wast taken to make thy shell, Sister-lover. I dist covet it, seeking to hidest it away in the dark of the foul cave. Virgin as dead Penthesilea! Seekth I to horde Satchcha even as I haveth none to make use of it! Foolish, foolish I! But now, shared art we, giveth to you it and you it to me. Forgiveth me, and grow shalt our home! Or killeth me now, for one couldst to bear the weight of my shame and live! The word Sathcha, which she tosses about with total comfort and ease, fills my stomach with a sense of vertigo as my mind ties to grasp the unfamiliar word. I can see the image in her mind, a farmer, old and crooked spreading manure around the base of the plant. The plat blooms, drops heavy fruit and more plants grow. Somehow I know Alice is the plant, as am I. I cannot help but laugh as the idea enters my head. Morgan, my master, my now demented master, is the shit. I hug my new lover more tightly as out heartbeat merges into mine. I hug her tightly, my fur seems to bristle and stand on end, as if charged. My tail lifts into the air of it own accord and lust. I lower my lips to her rosy pink nipples, suckling on them as if I were a babe. Nothing comes out of them, but I do not care. I love the feel of the hard pink nubs on my lips, the soft whine of her above me, the growing warmth of my young sex. Strange thoughts continue to roll though my head, none fully formed. I wish I could focus on the here and now, only on the pleasure, the lust. But my mind will not turn off. I lower my paw, stroking the soft velvety lips of the creature I know as Alice. She knows of herself as Alice now. I know she had no name before she came to us. She is not the beast that first emerged from that crate in the cabin's basement. She is my lover, she is my sister, my daughter, and I am hers. Something far more then mere fluids passed between us only hours ago. "Why are you talking, Alice? Why didn't you talk before? We would never had done such things to you if we had known... I remember the first week, how master had burned you, cut you! And all only to see if you would heal!" I press my body tight to hers, sliding my finger into her sex, knowing as if by magic just how to twist and curve it to hit her most pleasurable spots. I know her body as if it were mine, better. She rises from her haunches, and I understand her without being told. I lay on my back, feeling the cool aqua grass melt into a warm supporting liquid. The sky above soon fills with Alice's frame and I feel her warm, heavy body press down on me. Her muzzle opens and I kiss her, letting her long twin tongues explore my mouth. Where I touch her body rainbow colors swirl through her flesh. Speaketh not I now. Yet heareth thee with thine ears. Thy lips do move and strange sounds emerge, but understandeth them not do I. Entereth I, thee, and leaveth part of myself. But when givest I, thee didst rush in to fill the void. Thinketh I not as dist before. Thinketh not of meat and mate, but of thee and home and warmth of thy shadowed loins. Love... knoweth not such a word, 'ere I saw thee... Knoweth I not of my baseness, till thy body didst lift me beyond it. While our first time had been a brutal fast affair, lasting no more the a few minutes, one look in Alice's dark eyes tells me this will not be the case. I grab her long, sinuous tail with my paw, bringing it bulbous tip to my lips. I can see the slit in it forming, the narrow channel leading off into the darkness of my lovers body. I have never lain with a male before. I have never taken a penis into my muzzle, but even as I hear Alice moan I know that is what I am about to do. With a moan she sits back above me. I feel her hips press to mine. Her soft damp velvety folds rubbing on mine, I feel out fluids being shared between us, our twin rivers merging into the melting grass. I close my eyes, plunging the tail into my mouth. If it is large I do not notice. My tongue caresses the strange alien tail in my mouth, loving the taste when my tongue caresses her channel, the bulbous tip swelling in my mouth. I can feel Alice's heart beat in my mouth, even as I taste her. The taste is much like my own sex, though somehow that I cannot describe, better... I lap at it ravenously, my body trembling. Though I cannot see it, I know there is thick sweet purple honey dripping from both her boy and girl parts. Though she has not touched me, I recognize the Pleasant bloated, churring feeling of my approaching orgasm. One look up at Alice's dark empty eyes and I know she is close as well. I can sense her need, where she wishes to places her tail. Images of us both, fat and full with babies drift into my mind. I should find them disgusting, but I don't. Later, Alice. Later. Alice looked down at me, her maw open, her shark like teeth showing, but I had no fear I knew she was smiling. Waiteth shalt I. Pups too precious to rush, for a tree shalt only grow at its own place. Never faster never slower, despite what mortals might wish. Boweth I to thee, my guide in all things. And despite her words and mine I give her just want she wants. I slide her thick pulsing tail tip of my sex. It is wide open, moist, wet, eager. I feel no pain as she enters me, her tail seeming to flow into me. Our bodies melting like the rest of the world, merging, uniting. I grab her shoulders, the aqua of her skin sticking to my paws like wet paint. She bends down, kissing me as our bodies become a circle. She comes then. But it is more then that. Our bodies are a circle, perfect, unending and it all flows through us in a perfect loop: love, lust, anger, shame, seamen... The world is filled with screaming, the scream of lust and shared orgasm. Slowly I pull away, my body floating away in the darkness where there is only Alice and I. I smile watching her large aqua breasts heaving. I reach out my arms to her, only to find them not mine, but long aqua, furless arms, tipped with long claws. The thick warm air hangs heavy around us. Alice smiles at me, blue-gray fur crowning her head and back. The world smells of our lovemaking. I kick my paws, swimming through the darkness till my body reaches hers. My tail grows longer, more flexible and she lift her tail inviting me to enter her. I slide my tail into her sex, feeling surprising warmth. I press more and more of myself into her. Out bodies melt together was we embrace. It starts with out breasts and hips. She is entering me or I am entering her, I can no longer tell the difference. Nor do I care to. One of us cums. I cannot tell which. Or even if we are still a we. 'I am yours,' I silently mouth to her. Then I burry my face into her neck feeing flesh take me in as if I were diving into a lake. It is like sex only more intimate. The pleasure is amazing. It was on the fifth or sixth orgasm I awoke. I was in my own bed, the blanket kicked to the ground, my shift bunched up above my breasts. The air here seemed cold, unloving. My body was cold and sweaty, my bed damp. Though a quick sniff of the air let me know it was not entirely with sweat. For a moment I paniced, before that strong blue arm wrapped around my chest and I drifted back into our world of dreams. * * * * * *

The Journal of Morgan Drythur February 12th

• * * Things are clearer now, the air fresher, the world transformed. It is as if the old Krista has died and in a way she has. Before that night I was a girl. Now I am a woman. Perhaps a broken one, yes. Perhaps my chances of marriage are ruined, but I no longer care. Women are only good as virgins. And I am no longer one! Where once before me lay only marriage, submission and death... no I can see it all! It is so clear! It is more primal. Before I lived in fear, fear of what would happen to me and what others would expect. How silly I was! How childish! I have abandoned my room. I now sleep with Alice, with Alice wherever we are when we finally tier out, and that often is not till the morning sun comes forth to join in our lovemaking. I have disarmed the cabin's defenses. They were tools of imprisonment, and I no longer have anyone to imprison. Alice prowls freely about as the queen of her own particular castle. I have begun to teach her to walk on her hind legs. She is learning quickly... She learns everything quickly. I once thought her a dumb beast but, oh, how wrong I was! She was a beast... Primal, powerful, sexual. But she was by no means dumb. Her mind was open, fertile, awaiting the seed of true intelligence. And she found it. She found it deep in my womb. I do no pretend to understand it... yet somehow I know it. In the throws of our passionate lust, more passed between us then her sweet purple juices. If I had to explain it... it is as if I gave her my mind, my knowledge of the world. And what do you ask did she give me? What little part of Alice entered my soul and shall never leave? She gave me maturity, life, hope, love, all of it, everything! Hahaha! Oh my, I must come of sounding more then a little demented. But I assure you it is a dementia that comes from the blinding light of a world without wool over my muzzle. I see the world as Alice sees it: powerful, brutal, predatory. I know now, all the "training" my mother would put me though, the endless series of pointless tasks Morgan would make me perform they were nothing more then lies, lies designed to break me, to beat me down, to make me submit. I was their prey. The frightened little girl they could cage. They would tell me my actions would ruin my life, ruin my chance of marriage or ruin my body through magic. Alice has shown me what total shit their words were. Through her I can see visions. I run though fields, I hunt, I kill. I feel the warm blood of a being who's power could not match my own slide down my throat. I smile. I like it. Power. It is the second headiest wonderful thing in existence. It pales only to the sheer bliss I know with Alice. Morgan sought to repress me, to keep me beaten down, on my hands and knees, scrubbing filth. My mind is faster now, more fluid. All the minor insult and tricks he played now strike me with all the subtly of a Branic in heat. He hated me. Sought to deny me what I could obtain, power! I was either too lowborn, or too female to amount to much in his mind. As if that matters now. His mind could not survive Alice. His mind is fractured and broken after simple contact with her! He would not have survived making love to my Alice! Not that I would allow him. I no longer fear him, magic is a simple thing to grasp now. Perhaps in this heady rush I go too far. I could not match Morgan's power... could I? It does not matter. If I could not, Alice would be there to aid me, to tear out his throat for even thinking to harm me. She can do that, you know? I don't know how, but she can get into people's minds. She affects people, I do not know if she even knows she does it. She tells me how she hated Morgan's mind from the first touch. She calls it dark, twisted. When she thinks of him, images of a thick swamp, with vines twisting again and again over themselves fill my mind. I pity him now. All his tricks seem so simple, like a bucket leaned on the top of a door. I found the scryer he placed in my mirror. I cannot wonder how many times he has watched me as I bathed. I am not ashamed as the old me would have been. I laugh at him. The pathetic elitist wolf, wasting his fantasies on something he could have taken. Yes, taken. If he had forced himself on me, I would not have been able to resist. Not then. Now, ohhh, now is something else entirely! Now I have Alice! I have taken to teaching Alice to read and speak. It goes slowly, as her tongues are not as well suited my language as they are to my body. I have found a prefect system to teach my lover. I will bring her a book, it began with children's books, stories I love, stories I now see slightly differently. I see then with the crystal logic of a predator. When we finished my stories we turned to Morgan's library. Even the cipher he sought to hide his spells with a --- a simple substitution with a shifting correspondence every sixth page -- is now childish. I have learned more in a week with Alice then a year with Morgan. I teach my Alice by rewarding her with the only thing she seems to value, myself. I lay with her on the floor, my head upon her breast, and when she has read the story to me with no faults, I give my body to her. I have learned this from her: knowledge is power, and power is sex. The three are interwoven completely, as inseparable as Alice and I. I have worn nothing for days, and I love it. I step out of our cabin at night, my body still trembling with fading orgasm and let the summer breeze wash over me. There is a sheer thrill as the wind caresses my nipples, pussy and the slowly drying purple seed running down my thigh. And then my Alice is behind me, paws on my shoulders, her breasts against my head, and I feel safe. I lay in bed, watching my Alice, feeling safe and loved. Tonight I brought my storybook, remembering how my maid used to read me stories at night till I fell asleep. Though, tonight, I have no desire to sleep. The new Krista sleeps very little. Alice looks up at me from our bed. I can tell by the smell in the air, as well as the sight of her nipples what she has on her mind. I know if I looked lower, I could see her sweat, fragrant sex. I do not know how she does it, but those beautiful organs appear only when she wants them to be used. There is no way to rape a Morgani. I grab my storybook, and press my back into her, her nipples pushing into my fur, and her arms encircle me. A blue paw dips between my legs, finding my warm, wet folds; I squirm a little as her finger, tipped with a long sharp claw, enters me, stroking my young folds. I trust her. I know she would not hurt me. It is with great reluctance and a sad whimper behind me, that I pull her out of me, pointing the book and commanding her to read. Her rich deep sibilant hissing of a voice fills my ears as I slide my tail back between her thighs, letting the fur tickle her slit. My ears hear the words "therrre onesss wasss a time..." but inside my head I hear how Alice truly speaks to me, her words only the most beautiful of poetry, words beautiful enough to reduce a girl to quivering lust, had they not already done so to me long ago. I lay my head on her chest, letting her read slowly. "I understandeth not this Whitefur, Sister-Love. Thinketh I she didst wish to lay with the prince, but if so why didst she run away when her cloth didst desert her? Ist it not the nature of thy people to cover thyselves and to remove it when it ist the time to join as one? Thinketh I to run and await the finding of the shoe as pointless as teeth on a tree." I sat and thought about this for a second. Yes, of course the obvious answer was that Whitefur was baseborn and thus without her gown and glass slippers felt herself not worthy of the prince, but I had given up arguments of class with my lover. Her world was different. It was a world with class of course, they all were, but it was not the same. She had explained to me, that before he capture she had been, something I can only translate, as "a Seventh." She explained to me that her people, which she could not name, nor had any true concept of belonging to other then her own circle, were a group of, what Morgan had labeled, females. All of them surrounded a single male. This is not so odd, I have heard my father speak of foreign traders with many wives, but for Alice it was not the male that ruled but the females. When I think about Alice's past, words come to me with a speed that I cannot comprehend. I do not know how I know so much, or why. I remember when Alice first arrived how I had touched the male's penis, and the frightening reaction. At that time I could barely name the organ, let alone tell you what I now know. In part I feel I should continue Morgan's catalogue, in part it is just that so many words come to me that I must find an outlet. On Alice's world, they had a loose a brutal ranking system which seemed to change based upon hunting prowess or sheer power. When every few months the "male" became capable the circle would erupt into a frenzy of lust each "female" allowing herself to be taken, always in the order of their number. Morgan called him a male, but I must think of it more as a fertilizer. It would insert its penis into each "female" in turn, the thick, smelly, clear goo, would open the doorway to the "female's" womb. The first would then claim a "female," normal the second and so on down the line. I watched through Alice's eyes as the other six Morgani in the room all but attacked each other. They circled each other, like warriors looking for weakness. I was somehow there with Alice, in her memories. I saw the once she identified as the First. She was large, larger then Alice, her skin dark green and spotted with more small scars then I could count. Her four legs were thick, well muscled, and her breasts so massive they nearly scraped the ground as she circled. The Second was smaller, sleeker, faster, but no match for the pure power of the First. The air was full of wet feminine musk as all watched the two. The Second leapt into the air, only to be batted away as if she weighed nothing. There was a sickening crunch as the small one struck the wall, falling to her back., her legs open, her nether lips spread wide. The First was on her in a second, pinning her to the ground. The smaller female struggled under the superior bulk for a minute, before sinking her teeth into The First's massive arm. Even though blood flowed from the wound, The First made no reaction save closing her teeth around The Second's throat. Knowing she was beaten, the smaller female lay still. It was with a mild sense of fear that I watched The First's tail raise high into the air, and a second later, with unerring aim it slammed home. The second screamed out in a mix of pain and lust as her wanting vagina was violated hard and deep by The First's tail. It was a display of power and dominance even in mating. Slowly did The Second's tail rise, snaking along to find The Firsts sex and sliding in. The rest of the room soon erupted in similar short duels and couplings. I watched a young Alice if her tail, wiggling her hips invitingly at the fertilizer. I watched as the "male" slunk away, amidst the sound of growls, hisses and claws on stone. I watched as Alice sat alone. I watched as six bulbous tails wound six slick wet vaginas. Morgani do no cry, but I think she would if she could. I felt her anger, hatred as she watched her Sister the Sixth be taken and bred. I understood her anger at being a Seventh in a circle with what I can only say as "a six-shot male." She came to me a virgin, as much as I was. She needed only to attack the Sixth, tear out her throat and take her place. But Alice never made her move. I like to think she was saving herself for me. She squeezes me tighter. She likes to think that too. I can feel it even in her mind. It is a change I have had on her, no doubt. She is repulsed by the memories of her sisters' mating. It was a nasty, brutish and short affair, resulting in fat bellies and poor hunters; our love is slow, pure and beautiful. I roll over, turning to her and licking the base of her neck, just above where her cleavage starts, knowing this is one of her most sensitive areas. I tell her why Whitefur ran, it is a thought new to me, but so clear that it is assuredly right; "Whitefur ran, because she wanted the Prince to chase and catch her." I smile, raising myself from the bed, our bed. I wiggly my tail at her, raising it so she can see both of my eager holes, before I run for the cottage door and out into the midday sun. I do no need to hear her pawsteps to know Alice is following me. I feel primal alive. I want to drop to all fours and run through the woods. I run fast, loving the feeling of my body straining to move; my muscles burn; sweat beads through my fur. I smell the soft grass. I hear the birds. All things that in my past life, my life where I could be no more then a wife, would me little to me. I feel alive as her weight hits me from behind. There is pain, a dull pain as we tumble about the meadow, our meadow. This is where we first became part of another... She pins me to the ground, her paws on my arms, but unlike in her dream before she stops. As she gazes down at me I feel emotions flood her empty dark eyes. Her lips curl back in a smile as sweat beads on her smooth blue skin. I watch is emerging from her beautiful neck, roll its way down the curves of her throat, gaining speed and size as it rolls over her perfect large breast. I find it the most erotic thing imaginable as that bead rolls onto her nipple hanging there as glistening in the sun. It tastes of salt and love. I run my tongue over her body, and she lets me up to do so, savoring each inch of her glistening skin, her body, my body. I know clearly that Alice is changed. I know I am changed: before she though only about sex and by now she would have been inside me, filling me, but now she knows about love. She knows it is much more then breeding. She knows every inch of my body as I know hers. I churr at her, feel the bestial lust that she gave to me, and loving it as I role over, crawling on all fours through the woods. She follows me, more then once placing her noise under my tail to inhale the scent of my wet pussy. She tells me how beautiful the smell is. How nothing compares. I lead her a small lake and dive in. Feeling my body scream as the cold water his every spot soaking my fur. Alice follows me in a second. She swims circles around me, that long powerful tail propelling her though the water. I grab her shoulders letting her carry me far out into the lake, deeper then my paw tips can touch. It's too deep. I panic. I claw at my lover's back. I grab those two slick tentacles that begin just below her shoulder blades. She winces and stops. "Beith gentile... are very sensitive..." I churr at her; slowly stoking my wet paws up and down her tentacles, though hey remind me more of a moth's feelers then anything else. Alice releases a pleasurable hiss. We float upright together; our nipples, hard and cold, pressed to one another, desperate for each other's heat, our legs slowly kicking beneath us, keeping us afloat. It feels good to be wet like this. I kiss her, pressing my body to hers. Her tail wraps around my body, the bulbous tip rising from the water. It looks cold, shrunken. I take it to my lips, sliding it into my muzzle, ready to warm my lover with my breath. I feel her paw at my young cubslit, she strokes me, teases me, bidding my lips to open. They will for her, of course. I feel her long blue finger slide into me. It is pure lightening. If my fur had not been wet and sticking to my body and it would be standing on end. I suck her deep, loving the taste of her tail, as her slick, purple juice drips into my muzzle. I know it will grow warm and slick in my mouth. I know how it will fill my muzzle when my Alice climaxes. On an impish desire I push it deep, very deep, till its size fills the back of my throat with pain. Alice howls in lust, her fingers working my young sex quicker. I slide my knee between her thighs as we tread water, feeling the burning heat contained there. The taste of her thick purple seed begins to fill my muzzle. I grab those slick fuzzy tendrils on her back tightly. She screams, arching her back. On the edge of the lake a bird takes flight, startled by her moaning. She presses her burring crotch to my thigh, as her tail erupts into my muzzle. She jerks and thrashes about wildly. It pulls free of my muzzle, and I see it slow motion at it erupts again, Alice's essence flying slowly through the air to land on my muzzle and face. I blink. It is sticky and warm. I have made love to Alice dozens of times, but this is the first time I really saw it outside of me. It feels... tastes, smells... it is different when it is not mixed with my essence. It is wonderful, but I feel it is missing something vital. We look at each other. Alice seems about to apologize, but then it both strikes us. We laugh together. We kiss deeply, my mouth still full of the purple seed. I must admit I enjoy its taste, this time I use my tongue to push some into Alice's mouth as we kiss. "Beautiful" she thinks at me. "Love" I think back. Still entwined in each other's arms we make our way back to the shore. We lay there looking up at the moon for sometime. I yawn sleepily and pull my Alice close. She is so warm with love for me. * * * * * *

The Journal of Morgan Drythur February 13th

• * * I awake to the slow steady pace of Alice walking back. I am laying on her back, my muzzle buried in her shoulder blades. I must have nodded off. It does not surprise me, Alice is quite good at tiring me out. She is taking me home. Alice slowly picks her way across the forest floor, neither going slowly, nor quickly. That is one thing I have noticed about my lover, she never hurries, and she is always on time. I sit up on her back, my legs straddling her sides, my still moist sex pressed to her spine, riding her. Looking out over her back I can see the cabin, our cabin. Something is wrong. There in the road, some 300 yards from the cabin a cart is laying on its side. The air is heavy with blood. Alice recognizes it immediately, and she stops in mid-step, her furry tentacles bristling in the air. I slide off her back. Even before my paws hit the ground I can hear my Alice's thoughts. She tells the fertilizer to hide itself. She tells me to stay back, to hide as well. I do no listen. My paws seem to carry themselves to our cabin. The door is wide open, a bloody pawprint on the handle. I feel Alice growling, causing my whole body to vibrate and the fur on my tail to stand even more on end then normal. Inside I can see two furs. I vaguely recognize Mister Numo the old goat who would deliver supplies to the cabin every few weeks. I can barely recognize him underneath the blood and matted fur. Standing over him is a strange fox, one I have never seen before. There is a long knife in his paw. I turn to run but a large badger blocks the entire doorway. I feel his heavy paws press down on my shoulders, holding me in place more surely then any magic. "RUN ALICE," I think as loud as I can.